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Happy Tuesday everyone! I'm [livejournal.com profile] evil_little_dog continuing to host this week's [livejournal.com profile] comment_fic. In my recurring theme this week is counted word fills and today's theme is 27 Word Fills. What that means is you can prompt anything but all fills must be twenty-seven words (or multiples of the same).

Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and the fandom's full name
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the above-mentioned spoiler cut.

Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Moon Girl+Devil Dinosaur, Devil Dinosaur, This new world is weird.
+ MCU, Tony Stark+Morgan Stark, "Why couldn't you have wanted something easy, like a pet robot?"
+ Miraculous Ladybug, Tikki+Plagg, Someday, Marinette and Adrien will be memories.

We are now using AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2023 collection. See further notes on this new option here.

Not feeling any of today’s prompts? You can use LJ’s advanced search options to limit keyword results to only comments in this community.

While the use of LJ's advanced search options is available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching in the future.


tag=27 Word Fills

Fill X 12

Date: 2023-04-12 03:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cornerofmadness.livejournal.com
Tony eyed his daughter. “Why couldn't you have wanted something easy, like a pet robot?”

Morgan returned his eye stink ten-fold. “Robots aren’t pretty or cuddle.”

“Neither is that thing.” Tony stabbed a finger at the Indian Ringneck parrot Morgan had her heart set on. Nothing else in the store was as good as the blue feather duster.

She stabbed her fists into her hips and gave him the ‘get real’ look she mastered from her mother. Tony sighed and became the proud owner of a winged terror.

# # #

“I’m begging you, no more!” Tony flopped back on the couch as the Morgan – Thor duet started up again. Thor! She had to name the thing Thor. But Thor is pretty, Daddy. It was hard to argue that. It was much easier to put into words how he couldn’t handle one more round of them singing off-key to every Disney song known to man. He swore Jarvis piped it into whatever room he was in.

Morgan – being fifty percent him – sang louder. Sighing, he levered off the couch and stalked over. He tapped Thor on his beak. “No more.” He lightly tapped the bird again.

Thor made kissing noises. “Thank you pretty boy!”

Tony side eyed Morgan who beamed proudly.

# # #

Tony cursed under his breath as he fixed the robot sweeper that was bunged up with bird seed. All he’d need was for Thor to decide to mimic the sweeper noises all night. Once he got it fixed up, Pepper and Morgan took over the living room to play a game.

He draped himself over a chair, working a prototype for his next project over and over in his mind. Suddenly Thor let go with a stream of Damn Damn Damn!
“Tony!” Pepper growled.

“Time for patrol.”

Yep right now being in armor flying high above city was his safest bet. Tony raced for the door like his life depended on it.

Re: Fill X 12

Date: 2023-05-12 02:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cozy-coffee.livejournal.com
aww! that was wonderful!!!!

Re: Fill X 12

Date: 2023-05-15 04:36 am (UTC)

Date: 2023-04-11 03:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cornerofmadness.livejournal.com
any, any, headache

Date: 2023-04-11 03:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cornerofmadness.livejournal.com
any, any, I'd tell you to go to hell but I work there and don't want to see you every day

Date: 2023-04-11 03:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cornerofmadness.livejournal.com
The Owl House, Luz Noceda + any, a Boiling Isle vacation spot

Date: 2023-04-11 10:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cozy-coffee.livejournal.com
Any, any, coffee
bk_forever: (Ianto's Coffee)
From: [personal profile] bk_forever
Captain Jack Harkness is immortal, but not, despite all appearances to the contrary, indefatigable. He can go without sleep, or even rest, for much longer than a regular human, but even he is bound to run out of steam eventually.

That’s especially true now that the team is down to a mere three people, Jack included, because Torchwood’s leader is reluctant to hire anyone to replace their lost friends, but equally reluctant to let the two who remain put themselves in unnecessary danger. Therefore, Jack is trying to carry most of the workload on his own shoulders, handling all the nighttime Rift alerts and Weevil issues by himself so that Ianto and Gwen can get enough sleep. In spite of his fast healing, the lack of rest is starting to show.

Ianto arrives bright and early, as he always does, to find Jack slumped across his desk, sleeping, and drooling slightly on his paperwork. From the looks of him, he’s had a rough night, but although he’s dishevelled Ianto can’t see any bloodstains, so that’s something. Chances are Jack didn’t get himself killed, but the Rift has been overactive the past couple of weeks, the Weevils have been unsettled, and Ianto can’t help but wonder when Jack last slept for more than five minutes. It makes him feel guilty for going home to his comfortable bed each night, leaving Jack to deal with everything by himself from eleven at night until six-thirty in the morning.

Deciding to let his lover rest while he can, Ianto turns away, intending to feed the inmates and carry out a few other routine tasks before doing anything about breakfast. With any luck, it will allow Jack another hour or so of sleep, but at that moment, Jack jolts awake, sitting up and blinking owlishly in the dim light.

“Ianto. Is it morning already?”

“More or less. Why don’t you go down to your bunker, see if you can sleep for a while longer?”

“No, I’m awake now, I’m fine; I’ve had…” Jack checks his watch. “Nearly two hours’ sleep.”

“Spread out over how many nights?” Ianto raises an eyebrow.

Jack just looks at him. “I don’t need as much sleep as you do; two hours is plenty.” What he doesn’t say is that it’s the first sleep he’s had in almost a week; he’d rather Ianto didn’t know that. Besides, the Rift and the Weevils are bound to settle down soon; he can catch up on sleep then.

Ianto studies him critically. “You look exhausted.”

“I just need a shower and a change of clothes. I was playing tag with a pair of Weevils half the night.”

“You should’ve called me, or Gwen.”

“Why would I do that? It wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle.”

Trying to argue with Jack is useless; he’s always been stubborn, but now he’d give the most obstinate mule in existence a run for its money. Not wanting Jack to expend more energy defending his choices than he already has, Ianto wisely gives in.

“If you say so. Coffee?”

“What kind of question is that?” Jack huffs.

Ianto almost smiles; Jack never turns down a cup of coffee. “An unnecessary one, apparently. Coffee it is then. Any preferences for breakfast?”

Jack shakes his head. “You know me; I’ll eat anything. Within reason,” he adds hurriedly, because the last time Owen said something like that, Ianto served him Weevil chow with a squirt of Myfanwy’s barbecue sauce. It was probably revenge for something Owen had done, and Jack had no doubt that Owen had deserved it, but why take chances?
bk_forever: (Ianto's Coffee)
From: [personal profile] bk_forever
“Right, I think there’s some bacon left, so how about bacon butties?”

“Sounds great.”

“You go take a shower and I’ll bring you your coffee as soon as it’s ready. I just have a few things I want to get done first.”

As Ianto leaves the office, Jack slumps across his desk again, wondering if even a mug of Ianto’s industrial strength brew and a bacon butty will be enough to get him in gear. He feels almost as drained as he did after Abaddon.

When Ianto returns half an hour later with the promised coffee, Jack is once again fast asleep with his head on his blotter. Ianto looks at the weary captain, then at the mug of coffee in his hand, then back at Jack again and shrugging, quietly tiptoes out, glad that he only made the one mug. He can make more when Jack wakes up; in the meantime, there’s no sense letting it go to waste.

Fixing himself a bowl of cereal and couple of slices of toast, saving the bacon so Jack can have it later, Ianto settles on the sofa for a solitary breakfast. Jack may thrive on Ianto’s coffee, but right now he needs sleep more than he needs a caffeine boost. Perhaps in future Torchwood’s leader might be more willing to share the workload, but Ianto wouldn’t bet on it.


The End
bk_forever: (Ianto's Coffee)
From: [personal profile] bk_forever
Thank you! I call my LJ the Fluff Emporium, because fluff is very much my thing. You're welcome to drop buy if you ever need a fluff fix ;)

Glad you enjoyed the coffee-flavoured fluff!

Date: 2023-04-12 02:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] templefugate.livejournal.com
Any, any, fever

Date: 2023-04-12 02:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] templefugate.livejournal.com
Any, any, coughing up blood

Date: 2023-04-12 02:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] templefugate.livejournal.com
Any, any, deader than disco

Date: 2023-04-13 05:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] emmatheslayer.livejournal.com
Trueblood,Eric northman/ Jason stackhouse loving you

Date: 2023-04-13 05:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] emmatheslayer.livejournal.com
Twilight saga, Carlisle Cullen/ Jacob Black, Tate of you

Date: 2023-04-13 05:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] emmatheslayer.livejournal.com
Trueblood, Eric northman/Jason stackhouse, he's mine
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